Chapter 602

Every word is like the sound of thunder and the surge of waves.

It fell so loudly in the ears of naohara HAMAZAKI, the delegation, and all the teachers and students here.

At that moment, Jiang Fuyue was like a bright sun, emitting dazzling and even dazzling light, unreservedly illuminating their three outlooks and stimulating their patriotic feelings.

The representative of country R was shocked, and then deep down, he was full of fear.

Surprisingly, an ordinary female student in an ordinary high school in China was so excellent that she could compete with the recognized talented youth in other countries.

What I fear is that Jiang Fuyue, as one of the great descendants of China, is so extraordinary. How prosperous and powerful will China be in the future?

"So the moon god won these two eyes that she calculated?" someone finally reacted.

"I'll win you as much as I lost you."

"It's my great country demeanor. Keep your whole body and give you face."

"Grass - the moon god is too unique. I, I want to cry a little. What should I do?"

"I'm not afraid that Xueba will get full marks. I'm afraid that sister Yue will control points."

"My knees are soft. I want to kneel on the spot."

"Look - Hamasaki naohara gave it to him, speechless!"

"Hum! If you really want to trace back to the source, go is still spread from our country to country R. what can he be arrogant?"

"Take our things to humiliate us. It's typical to pick up the bowl for dinner and put down the bowl to scold our mother."

"It's not that we don't know people's virtue. Just get used to it."

"I dare to pick up the microphone and ask sister Yue, where is the face? Does he know what is character and integrity?"

"Sure enough, people are invincible."

Director Xiong stands at the back of the junior middle school department near the auditorium gate. As long as the students don't look back, they can't see him. They can express their emotions recklessly.

He clenched his fists and clenched his teeth. Whenever Jiang Fuyue said anything, he couldn't help cheering. The middle-aged man in his forties who was already bald was like an angry young man, burning his blood.

There is light in the eyes and a country in the heart!

"Well said -" suddenly, another cry came from the side.

Director Xiong turned his head and saw Zhao Tiejun standing not far away, tears filling his eyes and trembling with excitement.

Uh

Aren't you coming?

"Director Zhao, here --" he walked over and handed a paper towel.

Zhao Tiejun looked at it and immediately said, "what are you doing? Do I need napkins? No!"

I'm ashamed. I'm sorry.

Director Xiong immediately changed his mouth: "you wipe your hands, there is chalk ash."

Don't say, the cuffs are really stained.

"Cough... Thank you. I didn't see it just now."

Director Xiong waved his hand and turned his eyes back to the stage: "listen, how well Mr. Jiang said."

"Yes..." Zhao Tiejun sighed lightly. If he distinguished carefully, he could find that there was too much complexity in his sigh.

More than half a year ago, Jiang Fuyue was still a poor student holding back the class, skipping classes, sleeping and poor grades.

Today, on behalf of the whole one middle school and even the whole China, we stand on the stage and use talent as a weapon and will as a sharp blade to protect national dignity.

"Cough... Director Zhao, so you should come this time, right?"

"Well." Zhao Tiejun nodded, "what a good realistic model, it should be put on the stage for everyone to learn."

"You won't punish the high school students when they go back?"

Zhao Tiejun immediately reacted with a black face: "no! Skip class without permission. Who allowed them to come?!"

"But aren't you coming yourself?"

Zhao Tiejun: "